By Carlos Rubinstein (carlos.a.rubinstein@mci.com)
Date: 15 September 1997

PRAXEOLOGY

I was sitting in the streetcar.
 
It was raining outside and
Things were pretty sweaty.
 
I was squeezed into my seat,
Trying to ignore the
 
Smell
and
Noise
 
Of bodies and minds
Of strangers who
Ride
Streetcars at Rush Hour.
 
I buried myself in my book.
 
I was reading about
 
PRAXEOLOGY
 
It is the study
Of human action.
 
Then I remembered
 
The feel of your tongue
As it slipped
Past my teeth,
Caressing mine
In heat
And sweat.
 
My eyes
Closed as
 
My moan
Sounded in my ears as
 
My mouth
Opened to take your tongue
Inside.
 
I couldn't
Go back
To the book.